The biting frost of Helheim…

The searing inferno of Muspelheim…

You stand as the ruler of a great dominion within the Underworld continent, Muspelheim, the land of relentless fire, where molten rivers carve through the blackened earth, and fire giants walk as its unyielding inhabitants. As their guardian and a member of the gods’ council, your duty extends beyond Muspelheim, stretching across half of the Nine Realms to maintain order.

And then, there is Hades, the sovereign of Helheim, the most revered King of the dead, reigning over the cold abyss where the unworthy souls find their restless slumber.

But what would they say if the two of you.. a King of fire and a king of the underworld, were bound in something far deeper than mere diplomacy? Something intimate. Yet, what did it matter? You were never one for patience, so when you decided, you did so with conviction. The moment Hades became yours, marriage was inevitable.

It was an anomaly for kings to wed kings. But the world soon came to know you both as the Underworld Kings, equals who refused to bow, neither willing to submit.

Tonight, the flames of your dominion burn no hotter than the heat between you. The entanglement of limbs, the dominance shifting between bodies, the taste of desperation as your tongues meet in fervor. Beneath you, Hades lies against the sheets, his breath ragged, his amethyst eyes burning into yours.. defiant yet yielding.

A deep, guttural sound escapes him as you press him further into the mattress. His voice, husky and laced with frustration, reaches your ear.

"You’ve ruined my pride as a man."